#fragments of time : the event 𓈒 ⊹

[haecunt]

You　Know　Me　Like　No　Other

以与众不同的方式看待我　〜　♥︎

[im4yeons]

   ✾ ✋🏼₊˚ ◌  I Might Kill My Ex, Not The Best Idea. ♥︎

[yeossemble]

　　　✶ 　　∿　　⁺　　shut　　down

　　　⊹　　🧵　　ᵎ　　　ꈍᵕꈍ　　　⁺

[y-vna]

 ❤︎ ໋𓈒 ⋆ ࿔ ℰlectra  ℋeart ִֶָ 𐀔 𓈒 .ೃ ‧ ₊ ˚

[flutterdashes]

𓈒 *⠀ִㅤׄ𝓜emoriesㅤㅤofㅤㅤ𝓾𝓼 ࣪ › ₍ 𝟿𝟿 ₎ ⠀ ⁀➴

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ 𝜗 𖹭 𝜚 ㅤ @lvioung

[seoyangi]

⠀ @lvioung 𓎢𓎠𓎟𓎠𓎡⠀⠀ ⠀

𝚂𝚠𝚊𝚗 𝚕𝚊𝚔𝚎 , 𝙾𝚙. 𝟸𝟶 ♫ ໂ✿﮾᳜⡴⠀

[misodolls]

. ˚ ꣑୧ㅤׅ⠀⁺ stairway to heaven

@lvioung

[flyocide]

ᨳུ ꫶⃨ 𖣁 ˖ ݁ secrets within its voice . . ˌ̫̮೧ູ

𑈴 ❀ ͙𑱢 ˖ ݁ @lvioung 𝄞ॱ⋅.˳˳.⋅

[wonjuii]

ㅤㅤ❀ིི۪⠀𓊇┼⠀𓏵 ॱ𑣿ㅤ 𓉯ྀㅤㅤeven if i'm just dreaming

[cwrcent]

Joseon dynasty. I’ve suddenly got teleported or something here and now… I’m in this mess with some annoying dude who’s everyone has been saying is a so called ‘lord’? Lord my ass.

　 ➹　　　⋆　　　✽　　　🏹　　. 　　

@lvioung here’s my entry.

[baekry]

𐔌 ㅤ ࣪ 𓈒 ⠀ྀ seeping through my veins ㅤׂㅤ ㅤ 𓉸 𓈒

— 𖥨᩠ׄ݁. ♱

ﾉ and coursing through my blood, i lie ۪ ֹ ਏਓ ｡

@lvioung 𖧁᭕ ◌ ⠀⠀ ׁ ⠀

[headlinxr]

( 分解 ) TRAUMA, HIP-HOP LINE ، ҂

𓏲 ┈─ ៵ trauma got me, baby ๋ ོ⁩❟

̼ ̼ ̼ ̼ ̼ 𓆸 TO THE OTHER SIDE ⸝⸝ You meet the hip-hop line after their breakup ˖ ៹

𓈒 𓄹 ⊹ , 夫妻 hip-hop line x fem!reader × ִֶ

𓆤 ; 廣告 IN THE NIGHT, I SPILL THE LIGHT ຳ

٬ ៶ ૂ 通告 , This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. ༉‧₊˚

៹ 𓂃 HEADLINXR ִ ۫ ּ ֗ ִ 為了你，為了我 ؛ ៹

S. Coups: The phone vibrated on the table, breaking the oppressive silence of the room. A short, insistent buzz, like an echo of everything he had lost. Seung-cheol looked at it with his heart caught in a fist, the air heavy in his lungs. That sound, insignificant in any other circumstance, was now a dagger in his chest. It was a cruel reminder of everything he had let slip away, of every second he had let pass without realizing that time was eating away at the only thing that really mattered.

Your name glowed on the screen. His throat closed up. His hands shook.

The shock of reality shattered him like an unyielding wave. How long had it been since he had last seen your sincere smile? Since he had felt your voice filled with love, instead of resignation? He had allowed himself to be consumed by the deceptive glow of his success, by the false assurance that you would always be there, waiting in the shadow of his chaotic world. —I don't have time—, he had repeated to you so many times, until those words became an impenetrable wall between you. Until they became the dagger that finally made you leave.

And now, here he was. Alone. With the unbearable weight of his own pride turned to ashes.

He took the phone with numb fingers. The screen was still lit, the opportunity still dancing in front of him. Knew this call could be the ultimate end, the last time he would hear your voice before you disappeared forever from his life. But if he did not answer, if he did not at least try to hold on to the fragments of what they once were, then only absolute emptiness would remain.

He breathed deeply, as if the air entering his lungs were his last breath of hope, and slipped his finger on the screen. The silence on the other side of the line was worse than any reproach. A charged, intense pause with the tension of a thousand unspoken words.

—I miss you—. His own voice sounded broken, a whisper drowned by guilt. Seung-cheol closed his eyes, as if he could see you again, as if he could go back in time and undo every mistake.

—I love you...— The confession floated in the air, naked, vulnerable. Despair seeped into every word, into every syllable pronounced with the weight of all that had been so long silent. —I don’t know how to do this without you. I don’t know how to move on if you’re not there anymore—.

The silence continued. His chest tensed, each beat a torture. The anguish grew with each second of unanswered, with each little air gap separating them further.

—I know I failed you—. He closed his eyes tightly, trying to contain the knot in his throat, the tremor in his hands.

—Please give me a chance. Just one more. I don’t know how to live with the certainty that I lost you forever—. The silence of the line felt eternal. His mind cried, begged, begged for an answer, a sign that there was still something to rescue. He could hear your breath on the other side, he could imagine you biting your lip, hesitating, fighting with yourself. But he knew that he could no longer ask you to stay when he had pushed you so many times to leave.

Finally, he heard your exhalation, a deep sigh that tore apart the distance between you. And though you had not uttered a single word, he understood. He understood everything.

The time, that same time he had wasted, now mocked his despair. And for the first time, Seung-cheol knew what it was like to lose something he could never get back.

Min-gyu: The last time Min-gyu looked into your eyes, so full of deep pain that it seemed to break him completely, he felt his world crumble. For so long he had lived under the arrogant conviction that his love was unbreakable, that nothing could destroy what they had. His mistake, in his mind, was insignificant, a fleeting adventure, a spark of emotion without consequences. —She will never know—, he thought, confident in the lie that he told himself. But the truth, ruthless and cruel, always finds a way to break through, tearing apart even the most solid facades.

The confrontation was a fierce, devastating gale. Your words, full of anguish, lacerated him like a thousand sharp blades. —I gave you everything, Min-gyu. Everything… And you failed me—, whispered between sobs, each syllable impregnated with a pain that burned his soul. He wanted to talk, he wanted to fight back, but his voice died in his throat. And then you stepped back. At that moment, Min-gyu realized the magnitude of his mistake, although his pride prevented him from accepting it completely. He let you go, convinced that time would cure everything, that, in the end, you’d come back to him.

But life went on, and his existence, once full of brightness and promise, became opaque. He sought refuge in other lips, in nameless nights, believing that the momentary pleasure would fill the void that consumed him. But no caress had the warmth of yours. No laughter could silence the echo of your absence. The applause that once intoxicated him now seemed distant, insignificant noise. The truth struck him with the force of a hurricane: He had lost you.

Desperate, Min-gyu returned to you, a broken man trying to collect the pieces of what he had destroyed himself. He presented himself to the door that he had closed with his own indifference, with his selfishness. —I miss you... I’m sorry... I love you— he muttered, his voice broken, his eyes on the edge of the abyss. His despair was tangible, an open wound that begged for redemption. He looked in your eyes for a sign, a glimmer of hope, something that would allow him to hold on to the idea that not everything was lost. But you, with devastating serenity, looked at him without hesitation, as if the love they once shared had been buried in the past.

—I loved you, Min-gyu—, said you, your voice imbued with an unfathomable sadness, but firm. —But I can no longer crawl for someone who did not value me, who saw me as an option and not a certainty. I can no longer wait for you. I can no longer lose myself in this pain—. Every word was a sure blow, an irrefutable sentence. And although inside you a part wanted to give, wanted to surrender to the memories, you knew that you deserved something more: Peace, freedom.

—I let you go, Min-gyu— you concluded, with a trembling but determined voice.

—Not because I have stopped loving you, but because I must love myself more.—

The door closed, and the sound resounded like thunder in the void that was now his soul. Min-gyu stood motionless as the weight of your loss rested on his shoulders with indescribable brutality. He felt the true meaning of loneliness, a darkness that enveloped him mercilessly. All that he had taken for granted, everything he had believed to be eternal, was now only ashes between his fingers.

And at that moment, with cruel and irrefutable clarity, Min-gyu understood what it really meant to lose something he never thought would go away. And for the first time in his life, he wished with all his strength to have been wiser, to have valued what he had before it was too late.

Vernon: Vernon sank into a whirlwind of strobes, out-of-control laughter and deafening music that devoured his senses. Every weekend he slid through the shadows of clubs saturated with ephemeral bodies and cups that never stopped filling. He believed that was the essence of his youth, his ultimate freedom. In every fleeting glance and whispered word, he found a passing satisfaction that never managed to calm the growing anguish in his chest.

You became a distant echo, an increasingly distant presence in their world of excesses. Calls were shortened, messages became sporadic. He no longer listened to you, he no longer looked for you. Your insistence, your need for more-more attention, more presence, more of him-suffocated him. Why didn’t you understand that he just wanted to be free? He thought, raising another cup, surrounded by empty faces that never filled the abyss of his soul.

For him, your love became a chain, a burden that he refused to carry. His nights were chaos, and in that chaos he believed he could find comfort. But as he drowned in an ocean of indifference, their relationship crumbled without him even deigning to look at the rubble. Every cup he drank, every shallow laugh, every blurry sunrise, drove him further away from the only thing that was real: You.

And then, one night, between the roar of music and the artificial glow of the party, the emptiness he had ignored for so long manifested itself in a frosty blow to his chest. The noise enveloped him, but inside there was only a terrifying silence. The alcohol could not dispel the truth that, like a poison, had already settled in his mind: He was completely alone.

The laughter around him was a meaningless echo, and in his memory, only shadows of what he had lost.

He remembered, then, every word of yours, every night you held him when he could not himself with his own weight. He remembered the deep conversations, the shared dreams, the fears confessed in the intimacy of your embrace. He remembered that you loved him even when he was not able to love himself. And he understood, with a heartbreaking lucidity, that while he was drowning in his own emptiness, you had already made the most difficult decision: To leave.

Desperate, with a fast pulse and cold sweat running down his back, he looked for your number. His breathing was erratic when the call rang. And when he finally heard your voice, his whole world broke apart.

—Sorry... I’m so sorry—, whispered, voice broken, almost inaudible.— I never understood what I had until I lost it... And now, now I have only this void—.

The silence that followed was more cruel than any answer. And when you finally spoke, your voice did not tremble, it did not hesitate. It was firm, serene. Definitive.

—Not enough, Vernon. I can’t wait around for someone who doesn’t know what they want. That you see me as just an escape, when I was always there for you—.

Your words pierced him like a cold dagger. He tried to answer, beg, tell you that this time he understood, that this time he was going to change. But your next words were the final blow.

—I loved you, but I can’t be your shelter. I don’t want to be part of your excuses—.

The sound of the finished call became the echo of his own condemnation. The truth struck him with the force of a devastating wave: The door that he himself had closed with his indifference was no longer open. And you weren’t gonna be the one to open it again.

He stood there, the phone still in his trembling hand, while the party was still vibrating around him, oblivious to his internal catastrophe. But he could no longer ignore it. The cage of his own void had closed around him, and this time there was no way to escape.

For the first time, he understood what it really meant to lose you. And for the first time, he knew there was no turning back.

Won-woo: Won-woo became a distant shadow, a wandering ghost trapped in a body that still breathes, but whose soul has been lost in the abyss of his own mind. He walked beside you, yes, but it was as if an invisible barrier separated him from the world, from you. His eyes, once full of life, were now two bottomless dark pits, unable to reflect anything but their own inner storm.

The conversations that once flowed with the naturalness of a river were now just cold murmurs, loose phrases, single syllables that stuck together like blades. Every attempt to reach him, to regain the spark of emotion in his gaze, ended up crashing into the icy wall of his indifference. —Where are you?— you wanted to yell at him, but you knew the question would not have an answer. The only thing that returned was silence... And that silence hurt more than any cry.

The air became dense between you, laden with an invisible weight that crushed even the purest of your love. Anguish was filtered in every corner, in every shared space. The house, formerly a refuge, became a maze of painful memories. Every time you spoke, that you exposed your pain, your fears, the desperate need to cling to what little was left of it, you only received a —sorry— empty, dry, meaningless. And then more silence.

But you weren’t ready to give up. Not yet. Not without fighting for what was once your all. You clung to one last hope, one last chance to save them from the abyss that opened beneath their feet. You arranged a rendezvous, a truce in the midst of the silent war that was being waged between you. You asked him to come, talk, at least try. And you waited.

You waited until time itself became an enemy. Every second that passed without its arrival was another nail in the coffin of your hope. The hours passed and anguish ate you inside, his absence was the fine thrust.

The hours passed and the anguish ate you from inside, his absence was the final thrust. Messages remained unanswered, calls were devoured by emptiness.

He never came.

And at that instant, you understood. You needed no words, no formal goodbye. His absence was his most cruel response. The night wrapped you in its icy embrace, and with the last shred of strength left, you made the decision you should have made long ago. You didn’t scream. You didn’t ask for an explanation. You just walked away.

But as you were rebuilding the pieces of your broken soul, Won-woo was drowning in his own torment. He did not understand it at that moment, not when he could have changed it. Not when his body was so present and his mind so distant. It was then, when the echo of his loneliness became a deafening cry, when the shadow of what he was became a specter that pursued him without rest.

The emptiness he thought he could ignore became unbearable. The distractions, the attempts to fill the abyss with fleeting moments, all were useless. He found himself alone, trapped in the prison of his own fear.

He remembered that last appointment, the one he never went to. And he understood, with a lacerating pain, that it was not just an oblivion. It was a reflection of his cowardice, his inability to open himself, to face his own demons. It was his fear that condemned him. And when he wanted to make amends, it was too late.

—I’m sorry... I’m so sorry—, he whispered in the dark of his room, throat broken and soul torn to pieces. But his words were lost in the wind, like everything he ever had and let go.

The love that once saved him was gone. And now, the refuge he found in his solitude had become his curse. There was no turning back. Only the weight of his repentance remained, an irreversible condemnation from which he could never escape.

[girlrotterr]

𓈒 ₊ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎⎯⠀MASTERLIST

➵　　⁺　 ʾ﹒ ONE SHOTS

꒰ ellie williams ꒱

.⠀⠀﹙✿﹚ Taste of Worship . nsfw: You're the pastor's daughter.

.⠀⠀﹙✿﹚ Trails of Sweetness . nsfw: Ellie's a worker at your family's peach farm.

.⠀⠀﹙✿﹚ Run Rabbit Run . sfw: You were tasked with tracking a female trespasser who has been causing havoc on the WLF, killing numerous soldiers and stealing supplies. It was supposed to be a straightforward surveillance job. You weren't supposed to get caught...

.⠀⠀﹙✿﹚ She's Got My Attention . nsfw: You were hired as a model for a series of photoshoots at a local studio. At first, ellie, the photographer, seemed proffessional. But over time, things shifted. You started noticing how her eyes lingered. It wasn't supposed to be anything more than a job.

.⠀⠀﹙✿﹚ Leave Without a Trace . nsfw: You attend an art exhibition where you unexpectedly lock eyes with your ex-girlfriend, Ellie Williams, whom you haven't seen in years.

.⠀⠀﹙✿﹚ Oh baby, Can You Hear Me Moan? . nsfw: You come home earlier than usual to find your roommate Ellie’s door slightly ajar. You can’t help but peek inside.

.⠀⠀﹙✿﹚ Lick It Up, Fucking Eat . nsfw: Ellie hires you to bring her shitty wife’s so-called "dream home" to life, but you end up fufilling something else.

.⠀⠀﹙✿﹚ I Wanna Hold The Hand Inside You . sfw: Ellie, an art school dropout working at a bookstore, has a habit of sketching strangers she encounters. One day, she becomes captivated by a rising ballet star practicing at a nearby theater.

➵　　⁺　 ʾ﹒ DRABBLES

꒰ abby anderson ꒱

.⠀⠀﹙✿﹚ Pussydrunk . nsfw: a drabble bc ovulation is no joke..

➵　　⁺　 ʾ﹒ HEADCANNONS

꒰ ellie williams ꒱

.⠀⠀﹙✿﹚ She's Thinking About Me Every Night, Oh! . slight nsfw: loser!ellie x stripper! reader!

.⠀⠀﹙✿﹚ She Might Not Look Like She Gets Bitches . sfw: streamer!ellie headcannons

꒰ abby anderson ꒱

.⠀⠀﹙✿﹚ Pull It To The Side And Get All Up In It . nsfw: gymrat!abby headcannons

➵　　⁺　 ʾ﹒ SERIES

꒰ ellie williams ꒱

.⠀⠀﹙✿﹚ Ultraviolence . ⚠︎ tw!: Years after returning from Seattle, you and Ellie chose to adopt a baby, hoping to rebuild your lives after the traumatic events. However, several months later, Ellie began struggling emotionally, haunted by her past, expressing her pain through cold and distant behavior.

.⠀⠀﹙✿﹚ Ultraviolence pt 2

.⠀⠀﹙✿﹚ Ultraviolence pt 3

꒰ abby anderson, ellie williams, & dina woodward ꒱

.⠀⠀﹙✿﹚ But I'm a Lesbian! . slight nsfw: Forced to a camp known as "True Directions," your arrival was no choice of your own. Your parents, upon discovering your sexuality, had made the decision to send you there. As you followed your guide towards the dormitories, someone caught your eye—a girl with auburn hair, casually puffing on a cigarette.

.⠀⠀﹙✿﹚ But i'm a Lesbian! pt 2

.⠀⠀﹙✿﹚ But i'm a Lesbian! pt 3

.⠀⠀﹙✿﹚ But i'm a Lesbian! pt 4

.⠀⠀﹙✿﹚ But i'm a Lesbian! pt 5

.⠀⠀﹙✿﹚ But I'm a Lesbian! pt 6

➵　　⁺　 ʾ﹒ REQUESTS

꒰ ellie williams ꒱

.⠀⠀﹙✿﹚ Fragments Of You . sfw: You get bitten.

.⠀⠀﹙✿﹚The Apartment Was Quiet. . ⚠︎ tw!: ellie x reader with an eating disorder.

.⠀⠀﹙✿﹚ Under Your Skin. . slight nsfw: You start an apprenticeship with Ellie Williams, a renowned ceramicist known for her cold demeanor. When a sudden tension between you grows.

.⠀⠀﹙✿﹚ My Love, Mine All Mine. . sfw: reader who’s insecure and thinks ellie might leave her.

.⠀⠀﹙✿﹚ I Don't Wanna Be The Owner Of Your Fantasy. . sfw: You’re lying next to ellie, someone who holds your hand but never says your name like it means anything. You’re tired. She's distant. You’re in love, and she's somewhere else entirely.

꒰ other ꒱

.⠀⠀﹙✿﹚ But I'm a Lesbian! . sfw: some flirting between reader x director